I'm so depressed. Christmas is the worst of all. Holidays are terrible, worse than Sundays. I get melancholia.

There are only two kinds of class: First class and no class.

It's somehow symbolic of Hollywood that Tara was just a facade, with no rooms inside.

Under no circumstances would it be right for me to go with MGM. Irene shares my opinion.

If you sit down with me, I guarantee I will accept any terms you offer for a contract.

I never ate of the grapes nor feared of the eruptions.

I don't think I'm going to do any good work this morning.